When we go through a break-up we often attempt to deal with the pain in many ways; the most common way it to ignore it; we find all things to occupy our time and mind, we get busy and "distracted" - but that is always, always short lived. Being distracted from the emotional torment of a break-up is akin to pretending to be an ostrich, if it sticks its head in the sand and doesn't see the threat it assumes the threat no longer exist. Distractions do not take the pain away, it just mask it for a short time - the minute the distraction is done everything comes surging back; you drink and lime and have a good time and if you consume enough liquor perhaps you forget, the opposite is just as true, the more liquor you consume the more the thought and feelings consume you. You bury yourself in work, your mind is fully engaged not time and space to let feelings of hurt, anger, disappointment and despair creep in, no time to think about your lost love - but you can only work so many hours, then you must get in your car, just you and the sound of the tire rolling by on the road and your thoughts, the minute it comes you try to push it back and it just pummels through. Distractions from the hurt you feel are the worst way to deal with a break-up; they only prolong the pain, they make you become distant and cold, build up walls, love a little less, live a little less - distractions are the breeding ground of fear to live laugh and love.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
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